Page 138 of Triplets Make Five
“Okay, just checking, Little Bird. We’re here for you regardless,” he promised.
I softened at his words and offered a smile. “Thank you. You always have been. Cameron seems like he’s changed, but I’m not going to dive in. He has to prove it to me first.”
“Good, make his ass grovel,” he agreed, fire sparking in his ocean eyes.
“Just promise me that you’ll trust my judgement. That if I do forgive him one day, that you do, too? I know he hurt me, but I can’t bring my pack around if there’s always tension.”
Adam rolled his eyes playfully. “I mean, the only reason he’s still alive is for you. He hasn’t dated anyone since you left and if he truly puts in the work to show you he’s worthy, we’ll deal with it.”
“Thank you,” I said as I drained the last of the coffee. I was starving now and I forced myself to stand up and stretch. “Are you staying for breakfast?”
“Nah, enjoy your pack. Brandon said to expect a text. He’s been working on something and won’t let any of us know what it is. I think it’s for you, though,” he admitted, a huff of annoyance in his voice, though the smile never left his face. My dads loved their omega and indulged him when these crazy ideas hit.
Though, if it involved me, I was, in fact, a bit worried.
“I’ll prepare myself,” I joked. “Hopefully it’s nothing crazy.”
“With him, who fucking knows?” Adam asked, standing up and brushing the dirt and leaves from his jeans. “Come on, Little Bird. Your pack was anxious when I got here and it’s been a solid thirty minutes.”
We walked quietly through the path for a few moments but Adam was never one for quiet.
“I like your pack,” he said, stopping and pulling me to a halt. “I’m really proud of you for giving them a chance. They’re all in love with you, it’s easy to see. That’s all we ever wanted for you, Little Bird.”
I fought back the guilt and barely managed to stop myself from saying we weren’t pack. In fact, as his words sunk in, hope formed.
They looked at me like that? If they could tell, did that mean this crush of mine wasn’t just one-sided?
All three of the guys were outside when we stepped back into the yard. They’d set up the picnic table with a breakfast spread.
Hudson stepped forward, the question in his eyes. I simply smiled and let him pull me into his arms. His lips brushed over my forehead.
“I’m fine,” I promised before my eyes fell to the glass in his hand. “What the hell is that smell?
He chuckled and held it out.
“Hangover cure. Drink up, Love.”
Adam chuckled and walked past us. “Good luck with that. See you guys later.”
Hudson took that moment to press the straw to my lips. My nose wrinkled but I took a sip, eyebrows raising in surprise that it didn’t taste like bog water… because that’s certainly what it looks like.
“Wait, you made hers better?!” Lane accused. “She’s not gagging or anything!”
Hudson chuckled as I took the cup and drank a bit more. “She’s cuter than you, I made hers with fruit and honey as well.”
“Rude,” Lane huffed. He looked like he might lean in and snag a taste but I finished it before he could. Oddly, I did feel better. Maybe it was just being around them, or the talk with Adam, or the trip into the woods, but I felt human again.
Footsteps had us looking up to see Adam walking back our way. “Hey, this was on your porch. Seems the groveling has started.”
He dropped the wrapped present on the table and gave me a wink before leaving again.
The wrapping was gorgeous and the ribbon tied down another envelope. I froze for a moment, unsure if I wanted to see the present or get through the rough read.
Settling on the emotional part first, I sat down at the patio table and took the envelope. The guys were quiet as they took their chairs. Roman made me a plate and slipped it closer, giving me space to read through.
The letter was short and dated for the first Thanksgiving after I left. A lot of it was updates on his family, how they were coping with the loss. He talked about how angry Avery was at him for what he did.
But the part that had my chest tightening I read through three times.
